PUTHIACAVU K VIJAYAN

The Sooth Seekers' Song Poem by PUTHIACAVU K VIJAYAN

It's not real, so is not truth, poor World; Serve, Love, Purify, Meditate and realize Truth… Before the breakage of horizon, Ah! Beggars, we, come for a drop of love-nectar. Give us pardon first and curse then, if- We seem like spirits, Oh Universe…! ! It's not real, so is not truth, poor World; Serve, Love, Purify, Meditate and realize Truth… Left, our bed of roses, peace to get Amid-most garden, the supreme made; Gave up, chlorined water and conditioned air To taste and joy gifts of nature.It's not real, so is not truth, poor World; Serve, Love, Purify, Meditate and realize Truth… He moves to West with reddish gloomy face, Just burn the Hurricane-lamps in skies, Roaring, the sinful sea, coming, the yellow Navy of waves; Dears, be fearless, let him do what he likes.It's not real, so is not truth, poor World; Serve, Love, Purify, Meditate and realize Truth…